I saw this ancient misericord today.
Paula is asking for images with traces of the past for her Thursday Special this week.
This is the Odeion at Troy in north west Anatolia, Turkey, it dates back to the Roman Troy 1X and was renovated in 124 AD, by Hadrian. I wonder if that was before or after he built the wall in the north of England, what a busy man. The Odeion has a semi-circular orchestra, surrounded by a wall of lime stone slabs, above which rise tiers of limestone seats, divided by aisles, into wedge shaped sections. Can you imagine the performances that took place there? I’m sure you can still hear the echoes on a hot, still day. . .
Thanks Paula, I could do lots of posts for this theme.
hite Sunday, DelicatePaula at Lost in Translation has picked the theme of delicate for her Black and White Sunday challenge. Read what she says about the possible photographic interpretations of the word here.
My photo was taken at the tomb of King Midas, Gordion in the heart of Turkey.
It’s possible that this pot is Phrygian, from the 9th century BC.
Glowing St Peters
spreading such heavenly light
for a thousand years
For this week’s challenge, take a moment to notice your now, and share a photo of it. Perhaps it is something imperfect, or mundane, or under-appreciated. Maybe it is a simple moment, or maybe it is something grand; we can’t wait to see!
I went for a walk under a grey sky yesterday and had just driven off towards home, when I spotted something that told me when now was. I though it was quite a good fit for Jen’s challenge at the Daily Post.
I case you can’t make it out, the clock commemorates Queen Victoria’s 60th Jubilee in 1897. Then I scrolled through my reader and came across this post from Bossymama, showing a much more sophisticated version, what a coincidence!
Cotehele is a Tudor manor house on the banks of the river Tamar, just over the border in Cornwall. It houses wonderful collections of oak furniture, arms and armour and tapestries inside its granite walls. Over the centuries it has been visited by Kings and Queens and more than one bed names a royal personage who has slept in it.
Thanks to Issy for choosing me to take part, see her entries http://isadoraartandphotography.com/2015/02/15/5-day-bw-challenge-day-2/
Now, the challenge is to post a black and white image each day for five (I may take longer than five days to post five images) and to choose someone else to take part. For day one I’d like to choose Meg, she is currently on a long holiday in Poland and has lots of lovely photos to share taken in Warsaw. https://warsaw2015.wordpress.com/
Don’t panic if I pick you, relax and take part if you want to!
St Annes Chapel has stood on the edge of town for 596 years and I don’t know how many times I’ve walked past barely noticing it. As a teenager, I even had to walk past daily to school, just around the corner. In recent years it’s been refurbished and although I didn’t go inside because I was dog walking, I could see that the courtyard looks lovely. The chapel is actually the building on the left as the back of the picture, while the white timbered buildings are alms houses. Exeter was a prosperous town as far back as the 16th century, as the biggest city in Devon it was the centre of the county’s woollen trade. Hence the chapel was named St Annes, as she is the patron saint of weavers.
Like many of the oldest buildings in Exeter, the chapel and alms houses were built from red Heavitree stone, quarried less than two miles away, close to where I grew up. Today as I peeped through the gate the winter sun was bright and casting long shadows.
That’s when I noticed the angular shapes all around the courtyard, even those shadows,
The chapel is now part of the orthodox Parish of the Holy Prophet Elias, and its website says that the parish belongs to the Archdiocese of Orthodox Parishes of Russian tradition in Western Europe under the Ecumenical Patriarchate.
This is my second entry for the photo challenge of ‘Angular’ over at http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_photo_challenge/angular/
Then I went inside the little chapel where some local historians had set out some memorabilia
The best bit of all was meeting Terry Snow, a dear gentleman who was chatting to people about the war, to mark Remembrance Day this week. He was dressed in First World War uniform of 13th Middlesex Regiment, complete with rifle and bayonet.
Terry’s father, Gilbert Snow was a Lewis Gunner who fought in the battle of Amiens, northern France in WW1, he was injured but he survived, passing away in 1972. His war medals were lost when his home was cleared and sold.
Earlier this year it was Mr Snow junior’s 75th birthday, an extra special one for him. After many years of searching antique shops and websites, on that very day, he found his father’s Victory Medal online and was able to purchase it. Today he wore it with great pride.
I felt very privileged, and emotional, when Terry told me this story, it’s one I shall remember each year on the second Sunday in November.
In the 19th century, granite was quarried at Haytor on Dartmoor and was taken along a tramway to the Stover Canal. From there it went by barge to Teignmouth, then by sea around Great Britain and further. The tramway was opened on 1820, by George Templar of Stover, a long distance footpath , the Templar Way is named after him.
Granite from Haytor was used in the building of London Bridge, the British Museum and the National Gallery.
Trains of up to twelve trucks descended from Haytor, with a horse behind to slow them down. Remains of the tramway can still be seen on Haytor Down. The ‘Relic’ of a truck below is similar to the ones used on the tramway. This post is for the Weekly Photo Challenge of Relic.
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